Babe

These are some of the few photographs I have of my first horse. She was my Grandfather's horse, and after he died she moved to Salt Lake. I grew up on her back and it was because of her I really learned to ride. She died in January of 1994 of colic.

Babe patiently taking my young cousin for a ride.

Babe at horse camp in the Uintah's.

Liz, my best friend from my childhood, cooling Babe down after a good run.

Last updated February 12, 1998.